Disclaimer: House M.D. is not mine. Unfortunately... :)

Lisa came into the house and closed the door with a sigh of relief. It was Friday afternoon and she had planned to go for a long walk and then spend the rest of the evening with a good book and a glass of red wine. She had to finish the report for Monday, but then there would only be dolce far niente. No business meetings, no solving House's problems, no House at all. That week she had had to listen to an incredible number of complaints about him. Since Monday she had been waiting for the weekend.

She opened the kitchen window. Warm wind moved the curtains. It's going to rain, she thought. With a glass of orange juice she came to her bedroom and settled herself on the bed with her laptop.

Half an hour later the report was ready, but Lisa had to forget about the walk. The sky was completely dark and it started raining a few minutes later. Listening to the raindrops, she started to read a book. It was the best afternoon since… well, since House had started working for her.

Just when the main character of her book was about to catch the mysterious man breaking into single women's houses during the storms, the lightning lit up the sky and all lights turned off.

Great, she thought. Why now? She stood up, trying to find the torch that had always been in her drawer. Suddenly she heard a loud clank downstairs, as if somebody had just broken the window.

She froze. Don't be stupid, she told herself. It's just a book!

She found the torch at last and went downstairs, her heart speeding up with every single step. The kitchen window was broken. I've forgotten to close it, she remembered and laughed at her stupid imaginations. She placed the torch on the table and started cleaning the floor.

Suddenly she felt someone's hand on her arm and heard a silent whisper:

"Good evening."

She turned around, scared to death. In the dark she could see only a silhouette of the intruder, but then the lightning lit up the kitchen and she saw a man's face with the ironic grin. She screamed and, like women in her book, just fainted.

When she opened her eyes, she was lying on the sofa in the living room. All lights were on, and beside her she saw Gregory House.

"What are you doing here?", she asked, sitting up.

"Trying to bring you round for at least ten minutes", he answered. "Thought you were more courageous than that."

Suddenly she thought about the dark silhouette.

"House, somebody was here! It was… It was…"

"It was me", he finished with a very familiar ironic smile. "Just wanted to check if you didn't need anything. The whole city was out of electricity. I decided not to ring, doorbell was out of order as well."

She quickly forgot about the shock.

"You idiot, are you trying to kill me?! You scared me to death! Just don't you dare do it again, clear?!"

She took a deep breath, and then added, "Actually, I do need something. Because of that damn storm I've lost glass in the kitchen window. Could you please do something with it?", she asked with all her dignity.

"I've thrown away the glass, glazier will come tomorrow morning", he answered without hesitation.

She just couldn't believe. House had done something for her without asking hundred times? She had to check it. There was no sign of that mess in her kitchen.

She stared at him, completely confused. Well, sometimes he really surprised her…

Well, hope that you liked it :) But it's my first fic in English, so please don't be so strict. And, of course, all reviews will be appreciated!